... that evening, her shoes naughtily clacked against the pavement as she crossed the garage's parking lot. She entered the office which was deserted, whereupon she went into the working area next to it. Not until she'd walked around a car with its hood raised did she see the white Conrad, Arman and Gerald sitting in chairs, with them being 20, 22 and 23 respectively. They'd stripped and were gently caressing their pricks. Somehow, though, Marie felt belittled because they didn't immediately pounce on her. Instead, their eyes seemed to probe her soul in silence before Arman nodded toward chair in front of them.

She sat down and waited to discover how they'd treat her. Nonetheless, Conrad behaved like she didn't even exist when he looked at the other youngsters and remarked, 'The pig has a pretty snout – huh, dudes?'

'Yeah, except I didn't know pigs are blondies, man,' Gerald grinned.

'Really. How about we tag her Little Mrs. Goldilocks? Should we?' Arman questioned Marie before she smiled, 'That'd be nice, sir.'

'There's nothing nice about slutty milfs!' Arman snarled, since he and his friends were acquainted with Ben who'd earlier informed the hunks that his wife had a daughter.

'Right. So, listen, bitch, we're going to drill you on behalf of your female birth-droppings! How old is the cunt and say that word when you answer!' Conrad ordered.

'Uhhh... yes, sir. The cunt's 18,' the vixen murmured.

'Awesome. She's of adult age and I'd like hearing you've given her some slut-training. Have you?' Arman asked, followed by the tart responding, 'No, sir.'

'Shame on the shameful mom you are!' Arman almost yelled.

'Shit, I'm not sure we can, though it's our job to shame the hell out of you!' Gerald harshly said, then: 'Undress, sleaze-bucket!'

'Yes, sir,' - and Marie stood to obey.

'Wow, that's a chassis that doesn't need overhauling,' Arman admired her trim body before Conrad said, 'You're right, bro. But her engine could use some spark plugs.'

'That, and 3 pistons,' Gerald added.

But one might say the mechanics 'recharged Marie's batteries', once they'd vacated their chairs, after which Arman slapped his 11-incher against her loins and Conrad punted the head of his 9-inched cock past her anal ring.

And the guys roughly began groped her flesh, as they did until she spoke the truth: - 'Oh, you men are handsome!'

'Repeat that, skank?' Arman chuckled.

'You men are so handsome, sir,' Marie complied, though when it came to 'loose', Gerald surprised her when he snickered, 'Is this handsome, slut?'

Before she realized it, he brought a grease-gun over from a bench, thrust its spout in her snatch and pumped lube into it. 'What... what... are... you... doing,' she stuttered in astonishment.

'Getting you ready for slippery intercourse, if you want to call it that!' Gerald laughed, having barely done so when 10 of the mechanics' black pals nakedly trooped into the garage. But Marie didn't have a chance to react; they formed a line and mockingly kissed her, then crammed 4 fingers into her vag and started masturbating her in turn.

'Eeeeh, I'm cumming!' the slattern wailed, while for 30 minutes, the darkies pulled a finger-banging train in her cooze. Next, they went round about in defiling her twat as a jack-off hole, to the point of scuzz splatting onto the floor.

'Jeez, she's leaking!' Gerald said.

'How dare you waste your donors' precious sperm? They're prepared to breed you with a half-black piggy, swine-slut!' Gerald colorfully hissed as he jarred her by smacking her face.

Following that, he, Gerald and Conrad bent over their chairs, with the latter gesturing for Marie to kneel behind them. She did, he grabbed her skull-threads, drew her mouth between his butt-cheeks and growled, 'If you have no gratitude for your donors, the least you can do is KISS - MY - ASS!'

'Ummm!' the tramp had barely mumbled before the black studs gathered around her, cleaned grease off their fingers with her hair and ejaculated in it. Upon the seedy wife having rimmed Conrad, Gerald and Arman, however, the Mandingos disappeared into the office, put their clothes on and left while Marie felt empty, though not for long. The car-repairmen then took seats in their chairs before Gerald heaved her nookie onto his thick 12-incher and started clubbing it up her vulva.

'Oooh, yes, fuck this dirty slut!' she screeched.

'He'll rip you apart!' Arman shouted, then plunged his weapon into her manure-pussy, to begin hammering it while Conrad's dick throttled her.

'Take our cocks, shit-bag!' he loudly admonished.

'Ummm, uh-hmmm!' she mumbled again. Nevertheless, excitement rippled through her because of the rude boys mercilessly trampling her openings.

But she might as well have been a cake because the mechanics finally dismounted her and frosted her tresses with more spunk, though it was hardly a matter of kindness when Gerald handed her an oil rag and said, 'Wipe that slimy shit off your cranial rug, stupid!'

'Yes, sir,' Marie softly responded while she sponged the 'slimy shit' out of her 'cranial rug', after which Arman carefully slid the handle of a large wrench into her guts and steered her to her car in the darkness while the other men followed.

'You'd better!' Gerald grunted before he slammed her door shut, after which she drove home and reported to her husband that a 'gang of niggers had wanted to breed her' - while 'fucking piece of white-trash!' Ben muttered to close that adventure.

However, the milf possibly training her daughter in the slutty arts simply would've been another step along her trail of infamy, for she indeed was shameful beyond measure!